Sarah didn't know where to start. Her hair looked greasy and unkempt. Her make-up had disappeared, along with her jewelry. And her clothes looked all wrong. Her camisole top had somehow been replaced by a frumpy white starch long-sleeve blouse and her tight pink thigh-length miniskirt had been replaced by a loose beige knee-length skirt. Even her shoes had changed. No longer high heels, they now looked like something a nerd would wear. In fact, that's what she looked like now. The person staring back at her from the restroom mirror was a nerd!
Suddenly, her embarrassment turned to anger. She was now determined to find out who was responsible for this. She had no idea how any of it could happen, but it was obvious that someone was trying to embarrass her. Well, let's see how funny this is when I sic Biff on them, she thought.
But until then, what would she do? She couldn't go back to class. Not dressed like this. But she couldn't just skip class either. She had to pass this math class (this time) if she was going to remain on the cheerleading squad. They only allowed one failure.
There wasn't enough time to go home and change. She'd just have to deal with it. But whoever did this to her was so dead.
With that, Sarah headed back to class. Maybe she could just tell people that she was dressed this way because of a dare. Yeah, that would make sense.
